"Splendid. It would appear that what is preventing the power from being turned on fully a power core that is missing from one of the engines. Energy residue from where the core is supposed to go can be scanned and used to track it down. Then the ship can be reactivated."
"Splendid. It would appear that what is preventing the power from being turned on fully a power core that is missing from one of the engines. Energy residue from where the core is supposed to go can be scanned and used to track it down. Then the ship can be reactivated."
"Could we not simply replace it?"
"The ship appears to be of a highly advanced nature, even beyond this universe technology, which is surprising, so unless you have a power core of this exact type I don't recommend trying anything new. It could break."
"The ship appears to be of a highly advanced nature, even beyond this universe technology, which is surprising, so unless you have a power core of this exact type I don't recommend trying anything new. It could break."
"The ship appears to be of a highly advanced nature, even beyond this universe technology, which is surprising, so unless you have a power core of this exact type I don't recommend trying anything new. It could break."
"...We could probably copy this thing."
The Oracle floats over to a generator and creates a glow around that generators power core. "Try if you want."
"You put the power core in, silly. Then we turn the systems on fully."
OOC: I had.... assumed that was implied. Alright.
IC: He shoves it in.
OOC: Holds back urge to make joke.
IC: The Oracle floats over to the terminal, which has begun booting up. "It seems that the past inhabitants just removed the power core instead of turning everything off. That's amusing." The terminal project multiple hologram like images instead of a screen. The images represent data files and the like. Imagine the computer Iron Man frequently uses to design his suits in the film. This computer functions similair to that. The lights in the room all turn on, though some flicker and others don't seem to work.
IC: The Oracle floats over to the terminal, which has begun booting up. "It seems that the past inhabitants just removed the power core instead of turning everything off. That's amusing." The terminal project multiple hologram like images instead of a screen. The images represent data files and the like. Imagine the computer Iron Man frequently uses to design his suits in the film. This computer functions similair to that. The lights in the room all turn on, though some flicker and others don't seem to work.
IC: The Oracle floats over to the terminal, which has begun booting up. "It seems that the past inhabitants just removed the power core instead of turning everything off. That's amusing." The terminal project multiple hologram like images instead of a screen. The images represent data files and the like. Imagine the computer Iron Man frequently uses to design his suits in the film. This computer functions similair to that. The lights in the room all turn on, though some flicker and others don't seem to work.
"Hmmm."
The Oracle notice some kind of organic growth in the walls and ceiling. But something is off. While fully organic, it isn't fully mechanical.
The Oracle notice some kind of organic growth in the walls and ceiling. But something is off. While fully organic, it isn't fully mechanical.
It is scanned.
The scan reveals the growth to be of techno organic nature. Small traces of the Nanites are detected, but seem to not be hostile at the moment due to being part of the growth.
The scan reveals the growth to be of techno organic nature. Small traces of the Nanites are detected, but seem to not be hostile at the moment due to being part of the growth.
The scan reveals the growth to be of techno organic nature. Small traces of the Nanites are detected, but seem to not be hostile at the moment due to being part of the growth.
"... Weird."
The terminal monitor floods with static images. The static fades partially and a late mechanical being is shown. The being is in the center of a large round room and appears to be strapped at the abdomento a mechanical mass. The oracle floats infront of the monitor curiously. The being speak, the audio distorted slightly, "You intrude in my ship. You and yours have declined my...offer. Your kinds punishment will be far superior to those...others. I am coming. And I will consume you and spit you out." The static returns and when it dissipates the monitor has returned to normal.
The terminal monitor floods with static images. The static fades partially and a late mechanical being is shown. The being is in the center of a large round room and appears to be strapped at the abdomento a mechanical mass. The oracle floats infront of the monitor curiously. The being speak, the audio distorted slightly, "You intrude in my ship. You and yours have declined my...offer. Your kinds punishment will be far superior to those...others. I am coming. And I will consume you and spit you out." The static returns and when it dissipates the monitor has returned to normal.
"We're getting out of here." The agents turn and run from the ship, calling for interceptor backup.
The terminal monitor floods with static images. The static fades partially and a late mechanical being is shown. The being is in the center of a large round room and appears to be strapped at the abdomento a mechanical mass. The oracle floats infront of the monitor curiously. The being speak, the audio distorted slightly, "You intrude in my ship. You and yours have declined my...offer. Your kinds punishment will be far superior to those...others. I am coming. And I will consume you and spit you out." The static returns and when it dissipates the monitor has returned to normal.
"We're getting out of here." The agents turn and run from the ship, calling for interceptor backup.
The door to the engine room slams shut. "YOU ARE MINE!" The techno-organic growth spreads to cover the door as the room rumbles. A scrapping sound is heard, and if the agents have any kind of internal compas they would know that the room is shifting its location on the ship. "Oh dear." The Oracle says, and it promptly fades from the time stream. The rumbling stops as a loud slam is heard. The growth recedes and the door opens up. Where ever it leads cannot be determined due to the intense blackness beyond the doorway. All that is head is the sound of a pair of running footsteps. A set of red eyes appears in the darkness and their owner soon rushes into the engine room. The being is roughly 12 feet tall, it's armor a black so thick no color causes a reflection. The only color because he black is its glowing read eyes. It lets out a series of clicks and screeches as it heads toward the agents.
"We're getting out of here." The agents turn and run from the ship, calling for interceptor backup.
The door to the engine room slams shut. "YOU ARE MINE!" The techno-organic growth spreads to cover the door as the room rumbles. A scraping sound is heard, and if the agents have any kind of internal compass they would know that the room is shifting its location on the ship. "Oh dear." The Oracle says, and it promptly fades from the time stream. The rumbling stops as a loud slam is heard. The growth recedes and the door opens up. Where ever it leads cannot be determined due to the intense blackness beyond the doorway. All that is heard is the sound of a pair of running footsteps. A set of red eyes appears in the darkness and their owner soon rushes into the engine room. The being is roughly 12 feet tall, it's armor a black so thick no color causes a reflection. The only color because the black is its glowing red eyes. It lets out a series of clicks and screeches as it heads toward the agents.
The Phantoka drones see this and instantly track where the room leads and what the being is.
The Xiajet's turrets swivel down and unleash a barrage of Felnasport that rapidly rips through the ship to provide the RMS with a vertical escape route.
The door to the engine room slams shut. "YOU ARE MINE!" The techno-organic growth spreads to cover the door as the room rumbles. A scraping sound is heard, and if the agents have any kind of internal compass they would know that the room is shifting its location on the ship. "Oh dear." The Oracle says, and it promptly fades from the time stream. The rumbling stops as a loud slam is heard. The growth recedes and the door opens up. Where ever it leads cannot be determined due to the intense blackness beyond the doorway. All that is heard is the sound of a pair of running footsteps. A set of red eyes appears in the darkness and their owner soon rushes into the engine room. The being is roughly 12 feet tall, it's armor a black so thick no color causes a reflection. The only color because the black is its glowing red eyes. It lets out a series of clicks and screeches as it heads toward the agents.
The Phantoka drones see this and instantly track where the room leads and what the being is.
The Xiajet's turrets swivel down and unleash a barrage of Felnasport that rapidly rips through the ship to provide the RMS with a vertical escape route.
OOC: Before I reply, what exactly is the nature of the Felnasport? Is it projectile, energy, or plasma based?